WHAT TO DO IF YOU ARE A REDBUD IN SPRING
by Mary Lee Hahn
with the cavalier way
you explode whole constellations of purple stars
from your smooth grey bark.
to the understory.
This is my 2nd round poem from the Madness! 2012
kids' poetry writing tournament, along with the redbud in our backyard that saved me from writing a poem about dandelions. A tip of my poet's hat to Elaine Magliaro
, champion of the List Poem form. You're still a great teacher!
Voting for the First Flight of the Regional Semifinals should be live later today.
Add your Poetry Friday links in the comments. I'll start rounding them up as soon as you start sending them in!
Congratulations to the bride and groom, may you be happy together forever. Here is the small stone I wrote for the couple:
Purple hearts of the redbud tree weep raindrops of happiness onto white roses who hold their petals as if for the bride's bouquet.
As I look out my window today in Portland, Oregon the weather has changed once again back to rain for a couple of days. My Eastern Redbud sits in front of my door, its beautiful purple heart-shaped leaves bright against a background of many shades of green. Under it is a rose bush with stark white roses. Today, the purple leaves are drip drip dripping with rain, and drops are glistening all along the branches as well. Yesterday the sun was shining through the leaves, making them deep red -- another gorgeous sight, today it is rain and I choose to see the drops as tears of happiness for the bride. They do seem happy and have gathered so many people to celebrate with them, asked people to write these small stones for their wedding. To share in their joy. Brilliant! Ask for what we want, share our joy. These are concepts to be taken up and employed in all our lives, people. Better than wedding cake!